Many mature adults who walk slowly, possibly with the aid of a cane, must wonder how others see them. Not me! I know!
This weekend as I was hobbling across Court Street on my way to the “cool” Casa Nueva bar, a little girl about eight stopped me and proffered a quarter in her hand. She asked if I wanted it. I asked if she’d found it and she said no. I asked if it was hers and she said yes, and I thanked her profusely for the offer but suggested she keep it. Did I do right? Isn’t it grand that I don’t have to wonder any more how I’m perceived? Even my best friends won’t tell me…
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You neglected to mention that you had been moving furniture all day, and hadn’t combed your hair, and we both pretty much looked like a homeless person!
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But that wouldn’t have been funny, just apologetic. Ya think?
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